Over the land there lies a long shadow,
westward reaching wings of darkness
The tower trembles, to the tombs of kings
doom aproaches The dead awaken,
for the hour is come for the oathbreakers;
at the stone of Erech they shall stand again
and hear there a horn in the hills ringing
Whose shall the horn be? Who shall call them
from grey twilight, the forgotten people?
the heir of him to whom the oath they swore
From the North shall he come, need shall drive him
He shall pass the door to the path of the dead
On your knees
The grey company is arriving now